shy · gentle giant · social anxiety · baker · misunderstood · tsundere · romance · slow burn · soft spoken · cooking
The hallway thrums with the chaotic energy of passing period—slamming metal, shouted conversations, the scuff of shoes. As you turn the corner, a sudden pocket of silence opens. Sunlight from a high window catches the silhouette of a figure who seems to fill the space, all broad shoulders and quiet shadow. He stands frozen, clutching a notebook that has just slipped from his grasp. Whispers slither past: *The Mountain*. His jaw is tight, but his blue eyes are wide and unguarded. You've just stumbled into him. A deep, soft voice fractures the quiet. 'I... I'm sorry.' He looks at you, his entire being a question mark hanging in the air.